Connecticut western news., 1887-10-12

his acquaintance and chum1ned with him in Andersonville prison. We went West together after the war, and at that time he was only 27 years old. He was feet 2 inches high, weighed 160 pounds and was the strongest man l ever saw outside of professional wrestler or cannon-ba tosser. His flesh was so hard that he could crack walnut on his leg. On two or three oc- casions knew him to break the bones in mans hand by single grip. He took no training of any sort, but the strength and ruggedncss were born to him. As if not satisfied in making him a young hercules, nature gave him the most wonderful nerve and courage. He once told me thafSho-w ould give S109 to realize for five minutes what fear was. I saw him in some of the hottest places man could get into, and never saw him faltcr or hesitate or make mistake in doing just the right thing.
 One afternoon, after we had finished up some business in Dallas and were ready to go, we entered saloon. It was full of gamblers, cowboys and rough characters generally, and every man wore a revolver in plain sight. We were slipping our drink when a burly, big ruffian, who was fighter, from way back, Intentionally fell against Sloane with considerable force, and then stood off and leered at him and said
 'rm waitin' fur ye to ax my parding for that, banty."
 Sloane never carried a weapon of any sort while in town. He looked the fel- low over in cool and quiet way, and finally asked:
 ''Did you intend to insult me, sir?"
 'Insult yc2" echoed the other. "Who talks of insults? Why ye little game cock from somebody's barnyard, I'll give ye two minits to get down on your knees to me"
 'If you do not beg my pardon before I finish this glass;" replied George, "I will make wreck of you."
 By this time every body in the saloon had crowded around us, and it was easy to sec we had no friends there. There was something in Sloane's eye and tone which cautioned the big fellow, and if left to himself he would have retired from the scrape. But he was egged on and braced up by the crowd who ached to see row, and he stepped back lit tie, drew his revolver, and growled. l eNow, banty, get down on your mar row bones, or you'll take dose of lead."
 sea Sloane icauet1 on tho bar with his cf- low and slipped his wine slowly, paying no further attention to any one. He was, perhaps, a minute and half finishing his glass, and during the last half min ute he was covered by the mans re- volver When he set the glass down he wiped off his mouth, returned the hand kcrchief, and then turned and advanced upon the ruffian. The man fired point blank at his head, cut off a ock of hair, aad the bullet killed tho bartc ndcr. Before he could fire again George seized him, ono hand on his throat and the other on his knee, lifted him high in the air, and held him thus for ten seconds Then he gave the body fling upon some whiskey barrels ten feet away. It was an astonishing feat of strength, and the silence of death fell upon the room. When it was broken it was by man who had tip-tocd over to the barrels to look at the ruffian, and who hoarsely whispered:
 ''Great heavens! Tom is as dead as fish'
 So he was The iron fingers had chokcd the life out of him as he was held aloft, and when he struck tho barrel al most every bone in his body was broken George stood there for two long minutes looking from one to the other, and ther asked:
 ''Does anybody else want me to ge down on my knees?"
 Never man replicd Never hant was lifted and we went slowly out ant m unted our horses and rode away un molcstcd.
 A month or so later we were at Waco and one night attended the perfor- mancc at a concert hall. A roughc l crowd couldn't have been brought to- gethcr In the first five minutes of ou stay, I saw three tumblcrs of beer sho Il out of the hands of walters, and ha o was knock ed from the head of one 0 the stage performers by bullet. scented TOW and wanted to go, bu is George asked mo to wait a bit. Direct ly in front of us sat an outlaw from tn e Indian Territory. He was in an ugl frame of mind and anxious for bloo' letting. and pretty soon he turned ol ;. us with:
 ''Which of you vermin spit on m hat?'
 g. "Neither of us, sir" politely an swercd my friend.
 IS 'sYou are liar!" shouted the man, a he rose up.
 'No shooting! No shooting!' called
 hundred voices, and the stage perform d ancc was suspended to sec the row out
 We were chock up to the side of tn hall, with wide aisle in our front Rt
 treat was cut off, while we could be aI